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Yohji stared at the contents of his closet and felt completely uninspired. Usually he could be ready for the club scene in 3 minutes or less, as about eighty percent of the clothing he owned had been bought with that in mind. Tonight though, nearly everything he picked up gave him mental flashbacks to Ran's disapproving glare over breakfast.

Why is that bothering me? Ran wouldn't know fashion if it came up behind him and smacked him over the head with a two-by-four. He's not even going out with us. Ferchrissakes, what's my *problem* today?

Everything pink now occupied an unhappy pile on the floor. Everything else that Yohji imagined Ran hating occupied another, equally unfortunate, albeit larger pile next to it.

That left a whole lotta black.

Yohji rolled his eyes at himself for caring, and grabbed an unusually subdued shirt off the rack.

Peeking into the hallway, he saw no sign of Ken yet, so he wandered to his door and knocked lightly.

"Hey, Kenken?"

Date: 2007-03-28 05:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] plotbunnytiff.livejournal.com
“But I definitely don’t think you’re not good enough.”

The air left his lungs in an audible whoosh. He hadn’t realized that he’d been holding it.

“You’re somebody who’s good with secrets,” he stated after a few deep breaths. “Because you’ve seen and done so much…I was hoping you wouldn’t judge me harshly. Ran’s involved in his own world. He might care a little bit but…” Ken shrugged heavily. “Omi cares too much…and he does so much already. The last thing I want to do is hurt him more.”

Ken turned his head towards Yohji. “Much as I hate to admit it, I’m losing it. But who do I turn to? The only person who knows me…y’know…*knows* me…freaks out if our other profession is even whispered about. Aya-chan might be near. I can’t get a release. I look at you, and you smooth everything over so well, and other than being tied up in Ran…no offense…”

As if realizing he was babbling again, he paused, collected himself.

“We’re both fucked up, Yohji. But right now…I need someone to be fucked up with. I need you.” He wouldn’t beg, and this still felt too close to whining for him, but for now pride could shut the hell up.

“Can’t do it at home. Can’t talk to Omi because…” A harsh swallow, “he’s part of the problem. I’m getting really tied up in him…like I was with Kase back in the day.”

There. The words which were lead heavy in his gut and buried in his brain now floated in the air, hanging over his head. It felt strangely, painfully *good*, like the burn after a workout.

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